The Lisa Series (7 page)

I turned my back on him. Before I got to the kitchen, I heard him slam his glass down on the table, “Extra days, Billy, fuckin extra days, and maybe Ryan’s again. If you ain’t nice to me, you gonna cause trouble for you-know-who!” he shouted. I returned. He was grinning. Except for a thin fringe of hair hanging over his ears, his head was bald. In the candlelight the sharp features of his face resembled a bird, a seagull. “Well,” he said, “whatcha got for old Silk?”

“Lisa,” I answered.

“Who’s Lisa?”

“My...my wife.”

“You offering me your wife, Billy?” The grin broadened. He waited. When I said nothing, he tapped the recorder.

“Yes,” I said.

“And what should I do with your uppity little woman, Billy?”

“Whatever...whatever you want.”

“I might want a lot of things, know what I mean?” He placed his hand on his crotch. “I might want to take her clothes off.” I didn’t answer him. “Can I do that, Billy?”He leered at me. “You telling me I can undress your wife right here in your living room?”

I nodded. He pointed again at the recorder. “Yes,” I said.

“Yes, what, Billy?”

“Yes, you can...undress her.”

He held his long, grimy fingers up. “I’ll probably want to put my hands on her, you know, touch her bare skin, squeeze her pretty nipples. You standing here saying I can play with your wife’s titties, Billy? You sayin I can play with them pretty white titties?”

He was pushing me close to the breaking point and he knew it. “Yes,” I said.

“I happen to know Frank makes you shave her pussy every day. That right?”

“Yes.”

“You shave it today?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“This morning.”

“Goddamn, Billy! I’m changing my opinion about you. You was shavin your wife’s pussy early in the morning before you go off to work. And you was doing it cause old Silk likes to see a shaved pussy. That’s damn considerate.” He chuckled. “Did you shave it real close for me, you know, make it nice and smooth?”

“Yes.”

He put his hand on the bulge in his pants. “How about this, Billy. After taking her clothes off, and feeling her bare tits, and looking at that shaved pussy, I’ll most likely want to slide my stiff prick into your little wife. You saying I can do that, Billy...you saying it’s okay for me to shove my cock up into her tight cunt?”

I wanted to crack his skull with the table lamp, but I remembered what Lisa had already gone through and her fear of Ryan’s. “Damn you, yes!” I said. “You can do whatever you want. That was the agreement.”

“But, Billy,” Silk grinned, “I want to hear you say it and so does Frank. Say the old ‘F’ word for us Billy-boy.”

“Yes! Yes! You can fuck her!” I shouted.

Silk took another drink. “Calm yourself, Billy, the afternoon ain’t even started yet.” He drained the glass, watching me carefully. “I also seen how good she goes down on Frank,” he laughed. “And Frank says you gotta watch just like I been doing. But you ain’t to say or do nothin.”

“That’s right,” I said.

“Well, all this is very generous of you. You think she’ll do me good? Maybe she’s even got the hots for old Silk?”

“Don’t count on it,” I said.

“Well, if she don’t do me good, I’ll be sure to let you and Frank know,” he said, tapping the recorder once more with a bony finger. “The snotty bitch got a lot to learn and I could teach her, maybe better than Frank can.” He sat back, grinning and looking around the softly lit room. “To tell the truth, Billy, I’m gettin anxious to see this sexy little wife of yours.” He gestured for me to go into the kitchen. I turned on the water and let it run for a moment before turning it off. Then, I dragged a kitchen chair to the doorway and sat down. The kitchen entrance opens directly into the living room. Our apartment is very compact, so I could see the entire room except for a small dining area. I could easily hear all that they said.

Lisa walked by without glancing at me. Her eyes stared straight ahead almost as if she were in a trance. She looked so small and fragile. She stood by the end of the sofa, facing Silk. Her back was towards me. “Well, well,” Silk exclaimed, “if it ain’t Miss Uppity! Make us a drink little Lisa and come back over here so I can get a good look at you.” She dropped ice into the glasses and poured two drinks. “You see the tape recorder?” Silk asked.

“Yes, I do. It’s running.” She crossed to Silk and handed him his drink. Then, she stepped back away from him. I could see that she was trembling.

“Know why it’s on?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you better get your ass over here so Frank can hear what you say.” She moved up to stand in front of him.

“Closer,” Silk said, “right here between my legs.” He spread his knees.

She quickly drained her glass, placed it on the table, and three steps brought her to where he indicated. “Like this?” she asked.

“That’s right.” He sipped his drink and slowly appraised her, his eyes hard and unblinking. “Billy is right. You sure are a good lookin woman, but you know that, don’t you. Your kind always does. Kinda smallish, but I seen how good you can do a big man like Frank.”

“Thank you, Mr. Silk.” Her voice was expressionless, just as it had been on the nights when she described her encounters with Frank. Silk didn’t seem to notice.

“I can see your titties right through that blouse. You wear it just for me?”

“Yes.”

“How come?”

“I thought you might like it. That you might like to see me this way.”

“You tryin to get old Silk excited?”

“Frank wants me to please you.”

Silk nodded his head and pointed to the recorder. “Frank says there’s two words you still have trouble sayin. He told me you need practice.” Silk waited. Lisa looked at the floor. “The words,” Silk said. “You got to learn to talk like the trash you really are.”

Lisa raised her head. “I…I...don’t...” she began.

“The words are ‘fuck’ and ‘cocksucker’,” he said. “Now, goddamn it, tell me what you want to do with this?” He grabbed his crotch.

Lisa stared at the tape recorder for a moment. “I...I…want to...to...suck...your...your cock,” she stammered, the color rising to her cheeks.

“And then what do you want?”

“I...want...I want you to...to...fuck me.”

“That’s better.” He sipped his drink and looked up at her. “Tease,” he said, “you know, tease me like you do for Frank.”

She reached down and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, stopping just below her pussy. Then, she spread her skirt and rubbed the inside of her bare thighs. “Like this?” she asked.

“Yeah, the way Frank taught you. The way I seen you get old Frank hot.”

She moved her tiny hands up over her hips and blouse to cup her breasts. With her red pointed fingernails, she pinched her nipples. She stood like that and opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue circled her parted lips. Silk pointed to his belt.

Lisa turned away, shaking her head. After a moment, she approached Silk again. She got down on her knees between his legs. She loosened the belt and pulled at his zipper. Silk leaned back. “That’s it,” he sighed, closing his eyes. She slid his pants down over his pale, bony hips exposing a small, thin, brown, uncircumcised cock...half erect. She knelt there looking at him, her hands on his thighs. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. The foolish grin had disappeared. His mouth was set in a hard, straight line.“Okay, Mrs. Lindal, that’s your married name, right? Lindal?”

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Billy’s little wife.” He paused. “Yeah, Mrs. Lindal, whatcha gonna do with it?” He gestured toward the tape recorder.

She slid her hands up to fondle his balls, which looked like a small brown bag of wrinkled skin. “I...I’m going to...to suck it,” she said flatly. “I’m going to be your...your...cocksucker.”

“But I ain’t washed in awhile. It don’t smell so good down there, does it?”

Lisa had turned her head away. “No,” she said, “it smells bad. I...I...can’t...”

“I didn’t clean up cause I want my crotch to stink. Frank says you got to learn to like the smell. So, I brung you a lesson. You’re gonna put your head between my legs and you’re gonna breathe deep and sniff good and you’re gonna like it. Tell me, and I don’t want no fuckin ‘yes’.

Lisa turned back to face him. She inched forward. “I’m going to put my head between your legs. I’ll breathe deep and like what I smell there.”

“And you’re gonna suck my prick and lick my balls?”

“Yes, I’m going to suck your...your...prick and lick your balls.”

“Why you gonna do that, Mrs. Lindal?”

“Because it’s what I want.”

As she began to bend her head over his stiffening cock, he stopped her. “Just a minute,” he said. She waited. “You ain’t asked yet. Remember how you always have to ask Frank?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Silk. May I please...please do it?”

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe you ought to see if Billy out there thinks it’s okay.” He pointed toward me. Lisa didn’t move or answer. “My guess is that Frank would like you to ask Billy,” Silk said, smiling down at her. “And Frank would like to hear Billy’s answer.” He looked over at me and gestured once more toward the recorder.

Lisa turned slightly to face me, although she seemed to look past me. “I...I’d like to do it...”

“Do it?” Silk questioned.

“I want to...to...suck his...his cock, Billy. Is it all right?” Her voice was expressionless.

I held tight to the arms of the chair and said louder than I intended, “Yes, Lisa.”

She looked back at Silk who nodded and watched intently as she once more lowered her head. “First stay there awhile breathin it in, sniffin me.” He held her head against his crotch. I could see her shudder. When he let go, she started to draw back. “Do what I told you,” Silk ordered. Lisa leaned forward, into him. He kept her there for several minutes. “Okay,” he pushed her back. “Look up at me and say how you liked it, how you like the smell.”

“I don’t!” Lisa cried. “I hate it!”

Silk jerked a thumb at the recorder. “But with a little practice, you could learn to love it. Ain’t that right, Mrs. Lindal?”

Lisa glanced at the recorder, “Yes,” she said softly, “with practice I could learn to love it.”

“Me and Frank gonna see that you get plenty of practice. Now, suck my prick like you do Frank,” he instructed. “Just use your tongue.” He leaned back and closed his eyes again.

Lisa tilted her head to the side and started at the base and licked the underside of his cock back and forth slowly. I could see it stiffen immediately. She paused and looked up at him, “Like this?” she said, in a way that suggested her question was really directed to the recorder rather than to Silk.

Without opening his eyes, Silk shook his head and sighed, “Yeah, that’s good. You’re doing me just like you do Frank.” She began again using only her tongue on the underside of his cock. “What is it Frank calls you?” he asked.

She paused, looking up at him. “His little...cocksucker,” she said.

“Do you like it when he calls you that?”

“Yes.”

“How come?”

She lifted her head. “It...it makes me feel good when he calls me that.” Silk waited for her to explain. “I mean it makes me excited...makes me hot.” She thought for a moment. “And proud,” she added.

Silk laughed out loud and turned toward me. “You hear that, Billy? Your pretty little woman here says she’s proud to be Frank’s cocksucker.” He looked down at Lisa who had bowed her head. “Ain’t that right?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, raising her head to meet his unblinking stare.

“Well, Mrs. Lindal, I expect Frank will be pleased to hear it. And what about old Silk? You like doing him good? You learnin to like how it smells there in his crotch?” Instead of answering, she started to lower her head over his hard cock. “No,” Silk said quickly, “that’s enough for now. We got all afternoon. You can get up.” Lisa rose to her feet, standing once more between Silk’s spread knees. Silk looked up at her, smiling. “Now I want you to tell old Silk what he can do for you.”

She stared at a spot above his head. “Touch me. I...I want to feel your hands on me.”

“Where?”

She cupped her breasts, “Here.” She opened her skirt and, unbuttoning the last button, drew it aside to show him her smooth pussy. She ran her finger along its crease. “And here,” she said looking at him now, “touch me all over.”

Silk leaned forward. His long, thin fingers moved up her blouse and over her breasts. She shut her eyes, and I could see hear her draw in her breath sharply as he squeezed her nipples. “Like this?” Silk asked.

“Yes...that’s right...open the buttons.”

Silk quickly did as she asked and pulled at her bare nipples with his grimy fingers. “Hard,” Silk said. “They hard for Silk. Silk makin you hot?”

“Yes...pinch them. That’s it...more.” She had closed her eyes and thrust her hips forward.

“Yeah, sluts like a little pain with their sex. Your pussy wet?”

“Yes.”

“How come?”

“I’m hot. You’re making me hot.”

“You know Billy’s sitting there just like I did when Frank was doing you?”

“Yes,” she said, “yes, but I can’t help it.”

“Well, if you’re so hot,” Silk rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then you must want somethin?”

“Ahh...yes, yes I do.” Her head was back. Her eyes were shut.

“Thinkin about it all day, was you?”

“Yes, thinking about what you would do to me.” Her voice was still flat. She was simply saying words for the recorder.

“That’s right. Now, take your skirt off. Stay here, close.

Lisa unbuckled her belt and the skirt dropped. She stepped out of it and taking Silk’s hand placed it between her legs. “Please,” she whispered, “feel.” She stood on her toes and with both hands opened herself to him.

“Jesus, Billy, she’s wet!” She gasped as Silk pushed a finger into her. “Can’t let that go to waste. Right, Lisa? You ready?”

“Yes...yes, I am.”

“Kiss,” he said.

She hesitated, then leaned over and, taking his pockmarked face between her tiny hands, bent down to kiss him. His fingers were inside her and she squirmed as he masturbated her. I sat there watching, as she tongue kissed this skinny old man with the broken teeth. I watched as his hand moved between her legs. I watched as she lowered herself to her knees again to kneel in front of him.